The dog days?

During our recent hot spell it became evident that Jake the dog was a little too aromatic for mixed company.

No time for the groomer. No interest in infecting the Suburban with his royal stinkiness. (And, frankly, no $60 for the groomer either.) The only problem, er, challenge, with this set of circumstances was that I was not interested in either of the bathrooms getting covered in dog hair nor in the lingering wet dog scent that would of course follow an indoor canine bath.

At farmsuite we can meet these challenges with a rusty clawfoot tub, the garden hose, and some intrepid junior groomer types in colorful outfits and rubber boots:

Thanks, Laura, Grace and Mr. Suite, for taking care of that little dog days of summer problem. (Er, challenge.)